It is beginning to be to monotonous that snowing, day after day. A friend sent me this picture from Chris Fraiers Zen Gardens. That is where we had a good time last August weekend reading and writing poetry. So I had an instant inspiration to remember the place. I did e-mail it back to the photographer (copy rights?) and he send an answer back: "I am speechless. . . A perfect haiku for a halcyon Zen river Gardens, thank you.
It did give me an uplift though it still snows here and the only inspiration is the crowds of cardinals, squirrels an junkies on my doorstep. Tough better company than none.
That constant snowing does good to look at for a day or two, but now it dulls my creative thinking. Just can't imagine what to do to start living poetically again.
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